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Maria Damon and Michelle Greenblatt
Jim Leftwich and Michelle Greenblatt
Sheila E. Murphy and Michelle Greenblatt

A Visual Conversation on Michelle Greenblatt's ASHES AND SEEDS with Stephen Harrison, Monika Mori | MOO, Jonathan Penton and Michelle Greenblatt

Letters for Michelle: with work by Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Jeffrey Side, Larry Goodell, mark hartenbach, Charles J. Butler, Alexandria Bryan and Brian Kovich

Visual Poetry by Reed Altemus
Poetry by Glen Armstrong
Poetry by Lana Bella
A Eulogic Poem by John M. Bennett
Elegic Poetry by John M. Bennett
Poetry by Wendy Taylor Carlisle
A Eulogy by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Joel Chace
A Spoken Word Poem and Visual Art by K.R. Copeland
A Eulogy by Alan Fyfe
Poetry by Win Harms
Poetry by Carolyn Hembree
Poetry by Cindy Hochman
A Eulogy by Steffen Horstmann
A Eulogic Poem by Dylan Krieger
An Elegic Poem by Dylan Krieger
Visual Art by Donna Kuhn
Poetry by Louise Landes Levi
Poetry by Jim Lineberger
Poetry by Dennis Mahagin
Poetry by Peter Marra
A Eulogy by Frankie Metro
A Song by Alexis Moon and Jonathan Penton
Poetry by Jay Passer
A Eulogy by Jonathan Penton
Visual Poetry by Anne Elezabeth Pluto and Bryson Dean-Gauthier
Visual Art by Marthe Reed
A Eulogy by Gabriel Ricard
Poetry by Alison Ross
A Short Movie by Bernd Sauermann
Poetry by Christopher Shipman
A Spoken Word Poem by Larissa Shmailo
A Eulogic Poem by Jay Sizemore
Elegic Poetry by Jay Sizemore
Poetry by Felino A. Soriano
Visual Art by Jamie Stoneman
Poetry by Ray Succre
Poetry by Yuriy Tarnawsky
A Song by Marc Vincenz

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Three Poems by Robert Louis Henry

mustard seeds

a single copy run
unintentionally published
on a canvas of
fainting stars
and passed like
a note to god
saying, "please,
let the sun die,"
knowing good
and well that
faith is a flea
on your foreskin

Typos in braille

Delilah said,
"This is the least
anything ever."

In the beginning
Samson gained weight,
And an ulcer that
chewed pits into
his guts.

Samson said,
"Let there be
strength to be

An lo, there
was strength to
be weak.

Samson saw that
it was good,
And sent it
to you on


I saw him dining in a
McDonalds today—
a double McChicken,
which apparently doesn't
exist if you're
to society.

I should know.

I tried to order one,
and when a single pimple
on Susie's face quivered,
the rest sang in chorus,
"Double McChickens for
the reincarnations of
celebrated figures that
transformed nations."

It wasn't exactly sing-song.

So, I ripped the daisy
from the unsuspecting girl's
hair, and had some Gandhi
on my high calorie salad.

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Robert Louis HenryRobert Louis Henry lives, creates, and studies in Tennessee, USA. His first collection of poetry is titled God loves rich kids and we smoke off the same cigarette (Bygawd Books, 2010). You can find more information at Wesmokeoffthesamecigarette.info. Robert's also co-editor at Leaf Garden Press.

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2010-02-27 18:54:07

Very nice.